[She thinks, madly, of the way she'd pulled a chair over to make this easier at the first party. Back then it was very new and very silly, and everyone was strangers and she'd only just realized that kisses didn't have to mean so much.
Some still do.
He's very tender with her. She's grown to dislike being treated as fragile, but it's not that sort of softness. This is more appreciative. Maybe reserved, the weight of the moment pressing both down to timidity. It doesn't stop her pulse from pounding in her ears, or her chest from squeezing flat, for a blank, bright cacophony to stun her mind to silence.
It ends. He pulls away and her heart remembers how to beat again. Her mouth takes a little longer on the uptake.]
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Some still do.
He's very tender with her. She's grown to dislike being treated as fragile, but it's not that sort of softness. This is more appreciative. Maybe reserved, the weight of the moment pressing both down to timidity. It doesn't stop her pulse from pounding in her ears, or her chest from squeezing flat, for a blank, bright cacophony to stun her mind to silence.
It ends. He pulls away and her heart remembers how to beat again. Her mouth takes a little longer on the uptake.]
I don't know. I've got a pretty good head start.